Rent Control in San Francisco is a Golden Handcuff | San Francisco

Rent Control in San Francisco is a Golden Handcuff

It’s a hell of a thing to know that once you have to move, you can never come back again. That this is the last place you will ever live, in San Francisco, the City that you love and that you’ve given so much to.

Having already chosen a life of semi-austerity where you skip many modern comforts like washing machines, and dishwashers, in exchange for the low rumble of Mission Street mornings.

To live like you’re in a perpetual state of being a college student, in the sense that, you reside amongst mini generations of other people’s stuff. Mixed matched spoons and cutlery; a revolving door of roommates and their things.

Often times no one knows or remembers where these droplets of ephemera even came from, but now they are part of the house and essentially part of your life, because you can never leave.

Living in San Francisco, and having rent control, has become a sort of golden handcuff. If you ever need to move, or get evicted, you have to essentially trade in your San Francisco citizenship.

The Visigoths are at the gates and will gladly take your place, thinking that they’ve moved into something special, without realizing, they are pushing out the specialness like spin art.

You are the drops of paint that make the color, but the faster things spin, all that’s left, are the streaks showing where you used to be.